Word: journalists
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Died. Right Hon. Thomas Power ("Tay Pay") O'Connor, 81, "Father of the House of Commons"; of septic rheumatism; in London. For 44 years he held the same seat in Parliament; for 62 years he was a journalist. He was a wholehearted defender of the late great Thomas Parnell, imprudent Irish statesman. He gave George Bernard Shaw his first job as a music critic. Three weeks ago, illness forced him to suspend the last of his publications, T. P.'s & Cassell's Weekly (TIME...
...from being the hypersensitive and woeful person she often appears on the stage, Actress Le Gallienne has always been busy and capable as a dynamo. Her parents were Poet Richard Le Gallienne, now of Rowayton, Conn., and the second of his three wives, Julie Norregaard, a Danish-born London journalist. Born and raised in England, Eva was a dauntless member of the Girl Guides. One night of ferocious wind, she alarmed her family by not returning home. Next morning she reported that when her tent had collapsed she had "crawled out from under and put it up again." In Paris...
...figurehead is President Hearst Jr. Ten hours at his desk is no long day for him. Seriously a journalist, ambitious, he dislikes Manhattan but wants to make a success of his job. No less a pundit than Herbert Bayard Swope, onetime chief of the New York World, is said to have boomed at Songwriter Irving Berlin of Hearst Jr.: "He is the most promising young man who has come into the profession of journalism during my lifetime...
Last year, racked with rheumatism, he said: "I think journalism is the worst of all professions. It is precarious, remuneration is very low, one's position is, as a rule, reduced by old age, and of all the brilliant things a journalist may write none will be remembered permanently. Although I have had some success in journalism. I agree with the verdict my friend, John Morley,* rendered when he spoke of me as having had a squandered life." Twinkling, he added: "Any man is a damned fool who can work in bed and doesn...
Pretty, resourceful Mme Andrée Viollis was last week the first journalist to enter Afghanistan's freshly captured capital Kabul (TIME, Oct. 21). Her paper Le Petit Parisien had staked her to an airplane. With quick, appraising, bright French eyes she took the measure of the Conqueror, potent Nadir Khan, told how he rode through the streets on a prancing charger preceded by musicians, how his swart warriors danced and sang, how the people hailed him with shouts of "Liberator! Liberator!" Nadir had liberated Kabul from "The Usurper," rapacious Bandit-King Habibullah. But as the professed champion...